The moment the little fellow villager fainted, Zheng Yi felt a strange feeling.

The reason why it is strange is that it is rare because of its subtlety.

The soul of the little fellow villager seemed to have left, but after closer inspection, there was no fluctuation.

Zheng Yi suddenly thought of the superposition of his soul.

It exists, and does not exist.

Could it be that this little fellow villager also has a fog? But why did he suddenly run away?

Zheng Yi stepped into the field, walked to the little fellow villager, and inspected his three families.

They are all locals who only know one language, real ordinary farmers.

"You all retreat and let him breathe fresh air." Zheng Yi said.

Sure enough, the local language has a small tongue sound, so it is impossible to have anything to do with Chinese.

The farmer, who seemed older than his actual age, seemed to work hard to understand Zheng Yi's words, and pulled his two sons back a little.

Zheng Yi squatted down, took off his gloves, first settled the fellow villager, then looked at the whites of his eyes, explored the carotid artery, and even had an abdominal diagnosis.

The little fellow villager's health is very normal.

"Master." said the farmer tremblingly: "Los, my son, is he sick?"

Zheng Yi frowned slightly: What should I say about this situation?

"He has no problem, maybe he has some heat stroke just now." Zheng Yi looked up at the sky, feeling that his excuse was very unprofessional.

Forget it, no matter what, the most unprofessional lies are all caused by professionals. Anyway, they deceive ignorant people.

Moreover, judging from the farmer's expression, he had no idea what "heat stroke" is.

The locals cannot understand the local language, so they can only explain one problem: the decreasing rules of information transmission.

The more civilized the person is outside the radiation area, the less information he receives.

For example: In China, which also lives in the 21st century, as long as anyone who can access the Internet knows the "core socialist values". However, in mountain villages that have not yet been powered on, mountain people who can only understand basic Mandarin will be confused and ignorant when they hear this word.

"What's your name?" Zheng Yi asked.

"William, Master." The old farmer clamped his hands in a hurry: "When will he wake up? There is still a lot of life in the field."

Zheng Yi turned his head: "You can work first, I'll take care of him."

"Are you a knight?" asked a slightly older boy. There was already a circle of black fluff on his lips.

Zheng Yi shook his head slightly: "I am a clergy, or a pastor, can you understand?"

"Pastor!" Old William shouted: "Master Pastor! Our pastor is Master Playa. Are you here to find him? But why are you alone?"

Zheng Yi gave William a smile: "You still have a lot of life in the field."

The ordinary sequence 2 doesn't want to explain to others that you were forced here by a missile.

William continued to work with his two sons, doubtful and peeked at the strange pastor sitting on the ridge of the field from time to time.

Zheng Yi spread the nylon cloak on the ground, took out water and food, calmly arranged a picnic mat, and waited for the fellow villagers to wake up.

...

...

Wu Qingchen slowly opened his eyes and felt a little ache in his head.

There was a circle of people around the bed, and everyone looked at him eagerly.

He took a deep breath and said, "He spoke Chinese."

The room was so quiet that there was no sound of breathing.

After thirteen seconds, the officer with the lieutenant colonel's epaulette turned around and went out, and his roar came from the crack of the door that was about to be closed:

"That knight speaks Chinese!"

The roar was filled with suspicion, surprise, and fear.

Five minutes later, the news spread throughout the earth.

...

...

Zheng Yi can be sure that this young fellow villager has no injuries and is in a stable state. He can only suspect that the young fellow villager's time travel has other collateral effects, just like his gray fog.

After waiting for half an hour, Zheng Yi left behind water and food and exchanged a guide.

Grace, the second son of William.

Under Grace's leadership, Zheng Yi walked through a forest, climbed over a low mound, and walked across a bridge. It took him half an hour to see the gradually dense houses.

Most of these houses are made of branches and mud, and only the key structures are made of wooden boards.

In the fields near the house, the skinny and unclothed serfs were working numbly, and seemed to faint at any time.

These people look much more miserable than the Williams family, and this is the real bottom.

William's family is probably a self-cultivated farmer.

Zheng Yi raised the social class of his fellow villager's family.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the house looked much more beautiful, and it was basically a wooden house.

Grace was a silent young man who had been taking Zheng Yi to a brick building and said:

"Master, this is the church, Master Playa is inside."

Zheng Yi nodded slightly. His food was placed in the side box of the rogue, and it was not suitable to take it out as a tip now. He said, "When your brother wakes up, let him come to me, and I will pay your whole family."

Grace showed surprise and suspicion, saying, "But you have given us the best white bread and meat."

"I'm a generous person." Zheng Yi smiled, patted Grace on the shoulder, and asked him to go back and walk into the church himself.

The church has a door open, and it is obvious that the religion here welcomes everyone to talk to the gods at any time.

Zheng Yi knew that the gods in this world might have died or left.

Although such a world will be a bit inconvenient, it is easier, and as an angel in Sequence 2, it is closer to the top.

If this world doesn't even have sequence 1, then he is the top.

There is a circle of low walls outside the church, and you can see the flowers and plants planted inside.

Zheng Yi walked through the yard and stepped directly into the church. The sound of metal hitting the bluestone floor was clean and neat.

There was only a teenager in the church wiping the wooden bench. When he saw Zheng Yi coming in, he was obviously very surprised and cramped.

The boy put down the rag in his hand and walked to Zheng Yi. Seeing Zheng Yi's eyes falling on the altar, he didn't know how to say hello, but just looked up at Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi withdrew his gaze and smiled at the boy: "What's your name?"

"Andre, Master." The young man said timidly.

"I'll come to find Pastor Praia." Zheng Yi made the purpose of his visit.

Andrei then remembered to salute, bowed deeply, and ran towards the side door behind.

Zheng Yi slowly walked to the altar, with metal scattered branches, and a religious classic on it.

This is a church with a good organizational form.

Because it is mainly symbolized by symbols, worships a single faith, and the pastors undertake the functions of preaching, explaining and medical treatment.

Zheng Yi slightly clawed his head and heard two rapid footsteps at the same time.

A middle-aged man in his thirties came in through the back door and shouted anxiously: "Teacher..."
Chapter completed!